Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Fucking Quality

Dammit! “I wonder if I can sustain it,” I said last blog, and here I go with a blog entry that isn’t a short story. My post is already late, so I don’t have the time to work on a new story. I’ve been spending all my time working on the story I’m entering for the Edith R. Mirrielees Prize in Creative Writing. In a strange way, this relates entirely to Zen and the Art.
                During class discussion today, Nathan mentioned the importance of quality in writing. In his reckoning, if I recall correctly, writing quality matters because we want to temper our writing to the needs of the readers—that is, we want the quality of our writing to resonate with what they perceive to be quality writing. This came as a blow to me as I realized the weight of his argument. It’s not like something I haven’t thought about, but when the beast in me tried to call out “Fallacy!”, I had no rebuttal. If I want my writing to be worth anything, it seems I have to conform to whatever those with the money perceive to be good. Fuck.
                Now, prior to my entry into this competition, I have been seriously fixated on who might be judging it. The judges seem to be more important than the quality of my writing. I know which of my stories are decent and which ones are shit, but the general quality doesn’t really matter that much. Well, there will be a panel of judges I’m sure, so there might be some creative space for me to stretch my artistic limbs, but maximum, I bet there are 4. This is really not a lot of room for determining quality.
                This competition is a snapshot of a moment in time. The same judges, whomever they are, might judge the same entries differently a year from now. Man, my best bet is to get caught up in the current and let it take me forward. Conform!

                But then again, I think about how when film first came out, folks had trouble following certain narrative elements such as the flashback. If we just keep conforming, how are we to produce writing that reconfigures conventions and forces people to understand in new ways. I’m quite puzzled here as I ruminate on Zen. Like what’s the point of all this anyway? Why is killing puppies bad? Why is killing people bad? I have no answers. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

He'll Recover, But What Will Be Left of Him?

If I want to arrive safely at my destination, that is, the end of the course, I think this blog needs to take a wildly different turn. My destination is having shit published by the end of the semester, and I don’t believe I’ll be publishing reading responses anytime soon. The blog word requirement is 500, and that just so happens to be a pretty premium number for flash fiction, so I may make it a requirement for myself to pump out flash fiction on this baby. The pieces might relate to the text, but then again, they may not. I’ll let the story emerge/unfold of its own volition. These things have lives of their own. They shape me as much as I shape them. So here goes. Flash Fiction. Let’s see if I can sustain it. (Yes I did the reading. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Inevitably, I’ll borrow stylistically from Pirsig. This might be imperceptible, but it’s there.)
            
            His name is Joe, or Ron. It depends on when you meet him. I meet him when he’s Joe and later when he’s Ron. When I meet Joe, he’s dying from a heroin overdose at Chuck’s place. This is common in Bullhead City.  
            Bullhead City is kind of like the last place you madly needed to leave. Wherever it was, whatever the compulsion to go, that’s Bullhead City. It’s located along the Colorado River on the southernmost point of Lake Mojave about 90 miles south of Vegas, just close enough for some of that sin to ride the heat waves and bleed over into our city. A traveler may have stopped here, maybe saw a sunset over Lake Mojave—the hues of purple, red, and orange reflecting off the lake, the clouds dappled across the sky—but that snapshot of otherworldly beauty is an illusion quickly dissolved in the heat of the day. The city doesn’t reside in the landscape or the climate anyway. I’ve lived here long enough to know the real city resides in the people.
            So Joe is passed out, maybe dead, across the street. This is what Tootsie tells me. She stumbled lazily into my trailer after shooting up at Chuck’s, after Joe flat-fuck falls and goes into convulsions. She plops down beside me on my couch. “I can save him,” she says. “I save people all the time.”
            “You can save him? If you can save him, why don’t you go over there and save him?”
            “Ah, it’s a hassle, ay,” she says, sinking into the couch.
            I offer her a half gram of crystal if she’ll save him, and we walk to Chuck’s. Nobody picks like Chuck, and he has the scab to prove it. This scab covers the entire surface of his face where a beard should be. Greens, yellows, and reds color the scab at varying degrees of elevation like a topographic map. I once caught him picking at my place. He was in the bathroom tearing at the scab with duct tape. His blood was sprayed across the walls and floor. Chuck disgust me, but I’m drawn to the prospect of seeing a life leave or enter a body.
            Chuck kneels beside Joe, his scab-enveloped mouth pressed up against Joe’s, forcing monstrous breaths into his lungs. Just then Joe opens his eyes to see that scab looming over him, that flaky dying mass of flesh too close to his face. His eyes go wide and he runs from the house without a word. Chuck smiles so big his scab cracks.   
            I meet Joe again when I’m downtown with Barry. “I gotta talk to this guy,” Barry says.
            “It’s Joe, right?” I say.
            “No, it’s Ron now,” he says, and just then Barry hits him so hard he shits his pants.
            He’s out cold. I can smell the putrid stench coming off him. Looking down on him, I know that he’ll recover. I just wonder who he’ll be the next time I see him.   

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Disembodied Parts

I’m working on a synthesis of disembodied parts. This is the question: Why live longer? And if the ghost of reason responds, “One lives longer in order that he may live longer” (85), and you believe him, “[t]he ghost wins” (67). The ghost is running knives through our lives and wants us to know the name for everything, but we’re not supposed to know a whole can be infinitely halved, that taxonomy is a singularity at the center of a black hole.   
Taxonomy began in the garden, where “the illusion that all those parts are just there and being named as they exist” (79), where the illusion took root and sprouted a stalk that “just goes on and on” (82), stretching like a skinny fist into the heavens, where the origin of names existed always in the creatures and never in Adam. This happened in the garden.
This happened in the garden, where Eve never learned that “[w]hen…the knife… is applied…something is always killed” (83), that a snake flensed can make some pretty elegant boots, that snake tastes better than forbidden fruit. Poor Eve never imagined slow-roasting Satan before he’d become flame retardant. This happened in the garden.  

            Let me fashion you a story, he said. “The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination” (Pirsig 42). Imagine you are searching for the knife, and “it takes a long time to realize [you] don’t need the flashlight, you need the machete, which is in plain sight” (63). Maybe “[you] get out a hunting knife” (63) and try to find that timber wolf to cut out of him that part of you you recognized staring “into the animal’s eyes” (88). Don’t forget that “it is important to concentrate on the knife itself” (79), that you can catch yourself mirrored in the metal of the blade if the light is right and you look long enough. And when you catch yourself, see that you didn’t fall, because your paws are grounded, and you’re a digit short of a handgrip, and there never was a knife at all, save for the one he holds, the one before you, the one who thinks this moment is “not physical and d[oes] not exist in time at all” (88). Take heart when he, applying the knife, sunders himself from you. Blade in your underbelly, unzips your coat, and you are born anew. Dismembered, remember “[w]hen…the knife… is applied” (84), something will die, but “[s]omething[’s] created too” (84).

Monday, January 20, 2014

Arteriosclerosis in Uptaught

            I remember writing a poem about arteriosclerosis in high school and showing it to a friend. He didn’t know what to make of it and neither did I. I had a little blue notebook in which I scribbled random thoughts and poetry. It’s somewhere else now. I hope no one finds it. I bet my name is written on the front page.
            If I read it now, I could see who I was then and compare him to me now. I didn’t know shit then, but I bet I wrote with more voice. I bet I didn’t think so much about repetition of the word “then” and its placement in a sentence. Whoever’s voice I’m writing with now is crippled.
            This is relevant. I’m following a thread and I feel it necessary to explicitly state that there is a thread. There is always a thread. The cardiovascular system is a network of threads, threads I can follow, threads keeping it all together.
            Maybe arteriosclerosis was a serious issue when Macrorie wrote Uptaught. I wonder how he died. If you want to know what I remember from the reading, it’s this: “You’re no damn good when your arteries get hard” (20), “Maybe he’s got hardening of the arteries or something” (106), “People’s emotions as well as their arteries harden with age, and they hide behind a wall of impenetrable insensitivity” (171). I wonder if my arteries are hard.
            Arteries carry blood away from the heart. I can’t empty my heart with hard arteries. I don’t know if it’s better to have a full heart or an empty one. I wrote a short story over break titled “The Emptying of His Heart.” It was about a lonely guy falling a tree alone in the remote wilderness who suffers anaphylactic shock after being stung by wasps from the tree he was trying to fall. I hear that emptying of the heart is one of the symptoms of anaphylactic shock. It’s called empty heart syndrome.

            I bet an empty heart produces dead writing. I bet a heart that can’t empty does too. Hard arteries slow the emptying of the heart. That’s why you’re no good with hard arteries. That’s why King Lear was no good. That’s why I feel like I’m no good.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised



If I’ve learned anything from Ken Macrorie’s Uptaught, then I should write this reading response in an un-dead language—not un-dead in the sense that the language will rise from the dead, breaking soil with clawing fingers and dragging its corpse to the nearest source of life to leech its essence, but the kind of language that, well, isn’t dead. It seems I’m not entirely clear on what constitutes dead language and un-dead language. Maybe my language should leech the life from those who read it. Or maybe my language should just deviate from academic language. Alas, I am in an academic setting, so this is quite a conundrum I find myself in.
Macrorie says, “In the Third Way, which I stumbled onto, students operate with freedom and discipline. They are given real choices and encouraged to learn the way of experts” (27). In my reading, and maybe I wasn’t reading closely enough, I haven’t been able to uncover exactly what he means about the way of experts. He uses a ton of examples of student writing, but none of it is on par with the sort of expert writing we are accustomed expect throughout academics. I don’t see where free writing and expert writing intersect within his memoir, or whatever genre of writing Uptaught is.
 I can free-write all day, searching for my voice, but I don’t know how to put it into practice in all academia. It seems that what I’m doing at this very moment, blogging, is one of the only places where my un-dead writing can emerge unscathed by the demands of the academic setting. Continuing the un-dead metaphor, the soil through which my language must arise is loose and recently broken in the blog genre. Writing in other genres, a literary analytical essay for example, the soil has been much more akin to compact red clay. The language remains dead and the entire plot of land must be transplanted to transmit that dead and buried language. The whole process is a lot more work, and the product isn’t nearly as dazzling as a creeping mass of un-deadness leeching life. 
 It would be nice if I knew what kind of writing Macrorie is referring to. From the examples, I glean that he is focused on personal memoirs, short fiction, and creative non-fiction. These genres allow for a lot more freedom with language than do other genres. Maybe it’s more about restoring our authority as students, though. He parallels the academic setting at his time to slavery and civil rights, so it seems he wants to give back what has been wrongfully taken from us. I don’t know what has been taken, but if it’s out there and belongs to me, I want it now.
 I talk a lot about putting Macrorie’s ideals, as I understand them I mean, into practice, but then I puss out last minute and decide that I’ll edit out words like “puss.” Read closely, y’all, because it didn’t happen this time. I’m being uptaught, whatever that means. I think it means revolution, which will, by the way, NOT be televised. The revolution will be right here on your screen.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Roughest Draft of Critical Photo Essay

This is rough, lacking in all of my images, but it's what I have so far. The synthesis is even fucked, but here:


Like Anne Frances Wysocki, I will follow the conceptualization of visual interaction from Imannuel Kant to the present, but I will not stop at Wysocki. I hope to use Wysocki as a launching point through which I can examine and reveal the masculine and feminine power dynamics underlying values of visual interaction. According to Kant, “That is beautiful which pleases universally” (422). Kant’s endeavor for delineating a universal standard of beauty obviously has its merits, but it assumes an essential quality that inheres in an image. It has become increasingly evident that images in and of themselves cannot contain an essential nature that is accessible to human perception. Though they may contain a true and essential nature, we cannot discover that quality because we are limited to mediating that “discovery” through our limited human faculty. To discover what is essential in an object then is to necessarily taint and shape that discovery. The problem is exacerbated upon considering the loss of individuality.

Though we may at times wish to be considered individual and omnipotent in our constructions of self, there is no denying that each individual arises within a social context that shapes him or her. That shaping, that social construction, brings to bear on everything we perceive. Things have meaning insofar as we have been developed to construct that meaning from the social conditions in which we are constructed. Furthermore, those social relations are dynamic and perpetually subject to change. This too presents a problem to a universal standard by which we interact with images.      

The universal approach to image interaction presupposes a static universe, which is evidently not the case at all. The world might instead be viewed as an amorphous mass, one that is in a constant state of flux. There are constantly shifting social relations and values that simply do not allow for a universal standard of image interaction. So how does visual interaction with images proceed? And how do these interactions shape the visual produced and the viewer of the visual? I intend to outline the current state of theory regarding visual interaction with texts and gain insight into how visual interaction functions not only to shape images, but to shape the viewers who produce those images.

The current state of visual interaction seems to be separated into two opposing schools of thought. These schools of thought are summed up in Anne Frances Wysocki’s “The Sticky Embrace of Beauty.” Wysocki makes the distinction between visual text interactions that favor discovery and ones that favor construction: “they propose that the work of shaping texts visually is to result in objects that stop and hold sight; I would rather that what we make when we shape the visual aspects of texts is reciprocal communication” (149). Herein lies the dichotomy between visual interaction that presupposes decipherment of essential meaning and visual interaction that presupposes construction of meaning. While the balance seems to be shifting toward the latter strategy, approaches to visual interaction continue to endorse the former strategy in turn denying the shift.

Wysocki recognizes this in the tendency of theorists of visual design to establish principles of visual interaction. She uses Robin Williams as an example. Wysocki argues that Williams’s design principles—contrast, repetition, alignments, and proximity— are stated in such a way that they have the appearance of being “not contingent, that they are neutral in their effects—that they have no effects other than the creation of organized layout—, that they should apply anywhere at all times, that they are not values” (151). In a similar manner, Stephen A. Bernhardt presents principles that fail to call attention to their contingent nature.

In “Seeing the Text,” Bernhardt proposes the sort of visual text interaction that Wysocki denounces. Though his intent is to demonstrate how “a preoccupation with conventional essay format allows little attention to visual features” (77 Bernhardt), he promotes a conventionalized visual text interaction. The conventions he endorses are the laws of gestalt—equilibrium, good continuation, closure, and similarities. Stephanie Sabar, in her essay “What’s a Gestalt?” defines gestalt as

an attribute of a perception or a thing that has a quality that is different from (not more than) the sum of its components, the components being the stimuli received from the outside world. It is a quality of the entity as a whole, resulting from its configuration, i.e., the relationship, interaction, and interdependence between its parts, rather than the sum or random combination of its parts (9)

Here I will explain my skepticism and aversion to the “laws” of this theory of perceptual organization.

The first law, the law of equilibrium, is erroneous in its objective grounding as a principle in the very definition Bernhardt provides: “the most relevant law is that of equilibrium, or pragnanz, which suggests that items in a visual field strive for balance or equilibrium with other items in the field (71). The definition personifies the elements in the field of vision such that they are understood as seeking balance. The inclination for balance is rather in the subject viewing the image; these elements are not autonomous, but acted upon by the viewer.

The next law, the law of good continuation, “suggests that visual perception works to pull figures out of the background, to give them definition against the undistinguished field with which they are located” (72), recognizing the role of human perceptual interaction to a certain extent. However, it should be evident that the distinction between figure and background does not inhere in the image. On a 2 dimensional surface, the “undistinguished field” might be just as much figure as the “figure” the law purports to give definition to. The “background” might be considered as the distinguished figure. Why this is not so in many cases is something that can hopefully be reconciled later in this analysis.

 

The third law, the law of similarity functions to impose similarity where similarity might not actually exist. This too is a human construct. This law suggests “that units which resemble each other in shape, size, color, or direction will be seen together as homogeneous grouping” (72). This tendency to make that which is dissimilar similar hinges on organization structure inherent in the human condition. According to Friedrich Nietzsche, “we possess only metaphors of things which in no way correspond to the original entities” (767). This is due to the process through which we designate objects with words. In doing this we erase differences through homogenization induced by conferring on the non-equivalent a characteristic of equivalence through the concepts we attribute to distinct objects: “Every concept comes into being by making equivalent that which is non-equivalent” (Nietzsche 767). For example, every raisin is unique, varying in size and pattern of convoluted folds, but we impose the idea of raisin-ness on each individual raisin and render them similar. In visual textual interaction, the similarity is forced on the elements in a similar matter. While the law of similarity helps to organize a text, I am naturally hesitant of a law that promotes similarity while erasing difference. The differences of the apparently similar elements should be able to call themselves into question.                

The final law, the law of closure, though it has its own flaws, begins to recognize the human role in shaping the visual text. According to the law of closure, “When good continuation or good figure is not provided by the visual stimulus, the perceiver has a tendency to fill in the missing gaps, to provide the missing definition” (Bernhardt 72). This, of course, presumes that there is such thing as a self-contained visual text, that in the case that the visual text is not, the missing gaps and definitions will be apparent enough to be identified. My questions is “What visual text doesn’t contain gaps?” My concern is that by assuming a visual text can be self-contained, we perpetuate the idea of a naturalized text. Regardless of good continuation, every text should be considered as lacking closure. In considering text as such, we might begin to dismantle the naturalized visual text, and make possible the sort of reciprocal communication for which Wysocki calls.

Gestalt theory as enumerated by Bernhardt in 1986 is radically different from current understandings of gestalt (This alone is evidence of shifting beliefs and values). Gestalt theory now holds that “[w]e do not see the world objectively” (Sabar 8), that “what people see is not simply a replica of what is before them” (Sabar 19). Instead, “what we see is interpreted and given meaning by the observer, based on memories, expectations, beliefs, values, fears, assumptions, emotional states, and more” (Sabar 8). The enumeration of factors that control interpretation and give meaning arise out of social relations and experiences with the world. The aforementioned laws of gestalt might be considered amongst these factors, but they are not laws that exist outside of human perception; they are inseparable from learned social values. The visual text necessarily involves construction of meaning, but it does not follow a one-sided construction process. Sabar explains that “one’s existing mind-set shapes a perception or experience as much as the external stimulus affects the mind” (19). The latter part calls attention to the visual texts capability of shaping the viewer, a concern that Wysocki voices in “The Multiple Media of Texts: How Onscreen and Paper Texts Incorporate Words, Images, and Other Media”: “But what might be the consequences of design that ask me to use it unquestioningly, to acquire through what I see and do the values of efficiency and transparency?” (158).

If a consequence of a visual text is to shape the viewer, the acquisition of these values—transparency and efficiency—might be of lesser concern than other values one might subliminally acquire. So far I have discussed two dominant schools of thought regarding visual interaction, but I have failed to call attention to these strategies for visual interaction being gendered. The gendering of visual interaction, and how the values inherent in that gendering shape the viewer are the values I referred to previously as cause for concern.

As Wysocki so aptly puts it in “The Sticky Embrace of Beauty,” the values with which we interact with a text have predominately arisen out of male-controlled discourse in a patriarchal society. She refers back to Kant, stating that his “sense of the world and its functioning grew out of his ability as a man of his time and place to look upon his experiences as being, necessarily, the experiences of all others” (164). This statement at once recognizes the social relations that allow for value-making, but it suggests that the approach is primarily a masculine one. This masculine approach considers beauty as a universal quality inherent in the object/image. Consequently, the power dynamics implicit in Kant’s critique of judgment are effaced. The power that determines beauty is misplaced, removed from the viewer and instead said to arise out of the object. This is not so, however. The implications of Kant’s argument become all the more important when considered against Laura Mulvey’s reckoning of the function of gaze in her essay “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema.”

In her essay, Mulvey argues that gazing is a masculine role and to be gazed upon is a feminine one. The object of gaze is always feminized, always determined to be such by a masculine gazer. According to Mulvey, “In world ordered by sexual imbalance, pleasure in looking has been split between active/male and passive/female. The determining male gaze projects its fantasy onto the female figure, which is styled accordingly” (2088). The visual text then might be considered as feminized, on object to be gazed upon by masculine power and determined to be beautiful, or not beautiful, by masculine judgment. Kant’s argument can then be understood as rendering the gazed-upon as an object disembodied. The function of this visual interaction promotes the gender disparity that benefited Kant. A female adopting the masculine role as gazer would twice conform to masculine ideology by uncritically accepting Kant’s critique of judgment: “The actual image of woman as (passive) raw material for the (active) gaze of man takes the argument a step further into the content and structure of representation, adding a further layer of ideological significance demanded by the patriarchal order” (2094). If the content and structure of representation are male-dominated and the gazed-upon is feminine, the adoption of Kant’s particular ideology is utterly disempowering to females.

            This power structure produces circumstances in which feminine empowerment arises out of embracing the masculinized role as gazer so that power for females is permitted only insofar as the power is mediated through patriarchal ideology. In a BBC televisions series with John Berger, Berger states the following:

Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of women in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object—and most particularly an object of vision: a sight” ()

Through their function as masculine gazer, females even objectify themselves. Upon viewing themselves as “objects that stop and hold sight” (Wysocki 149), objects for which they have no role in the determination of beauty, their autonomy is rendered useless. They are powerless in a system that perpetually endorses active masculine agency and passive feminine objects. If what Wysocki suggests—when “we see what does not have beauty as an apparently inherent quality and does not therefore live up to our formal expectations, we denigrate it, or try to lay (or force) perfect form upon it, or we try to erase it” (168)—is true, then females run the risk of self-effacement by failing to subvert masculine principles of visual interaction.

            The issue concerning theories of visual interaction is then much greater than it appears superficially. Wysocki calls for a visual interaction that involves “reciprocal communications, shaping both composer and reader and establishing relationships among them” (173), but no matter the form of interaction, if it continues to be backed by masculine ideology, the position remains the same for females. The values that we carry with us to the visual interaction continue to arise out of a patriarchal hegemony, so they fail to resolve gender disparity. Her suggestion might be understood as the masculine gazer controlling and shaping the object gazed upon. Though a relationship does develop, it is still a relationship of inequity because the values residing in the viewer emanate from the hegemonic structure that shapes the viewer. The real issue is the structure that shapes values. The other issues is that Wysocki’s argument demands what already exists. What Wysocki calls for is recognition of how we actually already perceive things.

            Visual perception proceeds in such a way that much of what is perceived is imposed on the scene by the viewer.  According to Aude Oliva, a principle research scientist at MIT, “viewing a scene is an active process in which perceived images are combined with stored knowledge to create an internal reconstruction of the visual world… The visual features extracted from the image (e.g., color, lines, and patterns of texture) are rearranged according to our expectations and knowledge of the world” (Oliva). The shaping of the text is already a process through which we inevitably interact with visuals. We bring our expectations, values, and all that is stored in our minds to create a scene that is uniquely our own. The creators of the visual text do the same thing in producing the visually interactive text. There is no fidelity between the image intended and the image perceived. Whether one recognizes interpretation of visual text as contingent on values or not, it is already happening through the way our brains process images. Consider the following picture:

How one interprets the image depends on the meaning one places in eagles and a man chained to a rock in a barren land. An American initiated into knowledge of the eagle representing freedom and American patriotism might read the message as anti-terrorist. The man chained to the rocks then might be interpreted as a man bound by his amoral heathen ideology in the desolate Middle East with the symbol of America reigning over him. This, of course, is a painting of Prometheus, which I know because I’ve conducted research on the mythological archetype. The point here, though, is that my knowledge of what this image is intended to represent is irrelevant. No matter what knowledge one brings to the visual text interaction, that knowledge will shape the nature of the interpretation.    

With this understanding visual interaction, it seems interpretation doesn’t just vary across people, time, and culture, but can vary across an individual as well, depending on his or her particular affordances at a given time. Endeavors to find universal principles underlying visual interaction and even ones that seek value-contingent principles are futile attempts to impose order on what is inherently chaotic. There is really no tracing the myriad factors that lend themselves to each individual’s visual interaction on a micro-level, but this is not to say that amendments to visual interaction should be abandoned.

If we understand theories of visual interaction as a structure that reinforces power disparity between males and females and continuously objectifies women, we should alter the features of visual communication. However, the solution to gender inequity relies not on recognition of value contingency, but rather on re-examining the power structures that shape those values. I’m not calling for a radical revamping of patriarchal society. That seems incredibly unrealistic. But maybe I should be.   
 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Odd Future of Gaming


            Networks and gaming meet online. Odd Future and I meet online too. If Dash didn’t talk about OFWGKYA, I might be able to contribute something of worth for this blog post, but all I’ve been doing since I saw that video is listening to Wolf Haley and the Golf Wang Hooligans. I think I might quit school and integrate into the collaborative rap network. This rap makes me think of Henry Louis Gates Jr. and The Signifying Monkey. Most the messages these guys are sending are pretty perverse, but their literary capacity is undeniable. If nothing else, their contribution is a linguistic one.

            I’ve already considered living my life as if it were a game before I saw these videos, but I got my inspiration from Elder Scrolls. My life is an RPG, but most of my missions are boring. My education is integral to my leveling up process. I actually try to treat all of my experiences as a leveling up of skills. I'm a level 0 rapper, for example. I better work on that. I think if the leveling up and reward system were more tangible, I might be a little more motivated, though. I’d like it if all progress were quantifiable.

            There was a brief mention of the grade system in school and how it’s a gaming strategy, but it must be flawed because grades give me very little fulfillment. And yet, I still try to excel at all that I do. There is so much effort and careful consideration that goes into academics for which grades are scarcely a reflection. Maybe we should render achievements more visible on a day-to-day basis. I’m thinking about the level-whatever Paladin and how much cooler the higher-leveled one looked. Real life on campus should proceed through leveling up and visible status.

            I see why WOW is a better model than Elder Scrolls for McGonigal’s games-can-make-a-better-world concept. The collaborative nature of it is more akin to real-world operations. The network aspect of it ties into Chris Anderson’s idea about networks causing Crowd Accelerated Innovation. According to McGonigal, I, having played over 10,000 hours of video games, am likely an expert. I don’t think I’m expert at any of the 4 things she mentions. I am certainly not adept at urgent optimism